Well I guess this makes this the title post, so I'll set some ground rules

1. Try to stay in character, so I'm sorry, but Mordred will not be riding unicorns

2. Be nice, be fair.

3. Because you need at least three rules because just two is not right, um...oh yah, I'm not saying "no lemons" let's just keep the intensity and amount of it to a minimal okay? Okay.

CHARACTER LIST:

Arthur Pendragon (King) -

Guinevere Pendragon (Queen) -

Morgona Le Fay (Sorceress) -

Accolon (Morgana's lover)-

Merlin (sorcerer)-

Nimue (Merlin's lover) -

Blanchefluer (Percival's wife) -

Percival (Knight) -

Lancelot (knight/Guinevere's lover)-

Gawain (Knight/Orkney brother) -

Bruin (knight) -

Dagonet (Court Jester to Arthur) -

Dindrane (Percival's sister) -

Morgous (Sorceress/Morgana's sister/ Orkney brothers mother) -

Gaharis (Orkney brother) -

Gareth (orkney brother, Husband to Lyonesse) -

Mordred (Orkney brother/Sorcerer) -

Lyonesse (wife to Gareth)-

King lot (Morgous's husband) -

Lady of the Lake -

Sagramore (knight) -

Tom a'Lincoln (Arthur's illegitimate son) -

Urien (Morgana's husband) -

Ywain (Uriene illegitimate son) -

Yah so, you can pretty much play most of them however you want, just keep the main characters personalities in check, since we don't have a clear idea of what most of these characters personalities are.

Pick out whoever you want and I will add your name to the list above to show the character is taken

Mythian rode down a dirt path on her way to Camelot, she rode on her horse with a servant and a guard, she was going to Camelot on grounds that her father had sent her to a boarding school here, as she neared Camelot she saw a young man about her own age, she considered to keep going but sighed and looked at the man "I see your walking, it's still a long way" she told the man, the man was Mordred

Mordred stared at the city sprawled out in the distance. It had not been his choice to go to the capital but his father's. A boarding school. Tch. The young man disliked such useless interactions.

The wind caught the edge of his forest green cloak, tugging at it playfully. A small smile graced Mordred's features for a moment before he sighed. At the school there would not be much time for him to escape to the peace of the forest. At the sound of hooves on the hard packed dirt road, he glided to the side to allow them passage.

"I see your walking, it's still a long way"

Brushing his dark hair out of his eyes, Mordred looked up to see a young woman around his age watching him. "Are you headed there as well?" he asked, if only to be polite.

Mythian raised an eyebrow "no, I'm just going on this one way road straight t Camelot to get to rivendell" she said sarcastically. "Yes, that is where I am headed". Mythian was never the nicest girl around, but was very charming and could act sweet when she wanted to, but she only did that when it was to her benefit. This boy however, didn't even have a horse, so she assumed he was of unimportance.

Mordred felt his left eye twitch. Patience had never been his strong suit and this woman...no girl...had already worn his thin. "May I ask why you started this conversation in the first place? One of your rank shouldn't waste time with a peasant," he said stiffly, barely keeping a snarl out of his voice. Out of the corner of his eye he noted one or two of her soldiers smirk.

Mythian shrugged "I come to offer you a ride, if you would want it that is" she said, she was not doing this to be kind, but rather that when she rode into town with a peasant boy people would see her as sweet.

There was something about her that warned of ulterior motives, though Mordred didn't truly care. He'd be using her as much as she was using him if he accepted her offer. He smirked inwardly; his brothers often accused him of taking advantage of a situation to reach his own goal. It wasn't a behavior he intended to stop though. "I'd appreciate it," he bowed, grimacing inwardly.

Offering the servant a hand, Mordred glanced up at the young woman, death blue eyes unreadable. "Are you alright?" As he pulled the boy to his feet, Mordred studied the horse. It was a beautiful beast with fur that reminded him of a snowstorm. His gaze met the horse's brown eyes and something stirred within Mordred's chest. The horse snorted softly before nudging the young man with its nose. "I'm sure he can carry both of us," Mordred said as he stroked the stallion's forehead.

Mythian raised an eyebrow at Mordred as the boy nervously climbed back onto the horse."On then" Mythian ordered and a guard led the way to Camelot "where are you headed in Camelot? We can leave you" Mythian asked Mordred.

There was no hiding the wince as Mythian said she was going to the same school. He had hoped to be rid of her upon reaching Camelot, but then, when had fate ever been kind to him? Beneath him, his mount skittered uneasily as his mood darkened. "Mordred Orkney," he muttered, not entirely sure why he was giving his real name.

Chuckling, Mordred shrugged. "Of course. Nothing fazes a De'Fluer." A breeze tangled through his black hair and he closed his eyes to revel in it. At the pace they were traveling at they'd likely reach Camelot before nightfall. Then, even if they went to the same school, he'd be free of her presence. He began to relax into the stallion's even gait, even allowed himself to stroke the horse's arched neck.

And then it hit. Pain. Blinding, red tinted pain that pulsed through his skull. Each breath was ragged and he felt himself sway.

((I'm thinking of him developing his powers throughout the story if that's okay?))

Mythian turned to retort to Mordred then looked back at Mordred and gasped "what is happening to him?! Guard check him!" She explained as the party came to a halt and a guard hurried to Mordred's side,

He couldn't see. No, that wasn't right. He could see, but it was if there was a fog over the world, blurring the lines, distorting details, then melted away. There was nothing around him but the fog. Time no longer felt relevant.